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She, however, did not despair. Well knowing the wonderful fascination she possessed for men, she determined to bring all its batteries to bear upon Captain Joliette.
Captain Joliette, strong man as he was, could not control his emotion; he buried his face in his hands and groaned aloud. The young woman gazed at him half pityingly, half triumphantly; she felt compassion for her stricken lover, but, above all, gloried in the overwhelming power of her charms that could so subdue a manly, victorious young soldier and make him her helpless slave.
Madame Caraman had the next day called for her protégée, and in walking home together, she said: "Do you know, Clary, what I have heard to-day the Count of Monte Cristo is said to be in Marseilles." "Well, what is there remarkable in that?" Clary calmly asked. "Have you not seen him then?" "Seen him where?" responded Madame Caraman, stupefied. "Dear me, he just left as I came to Madame Joliette.
I wanted to cry for help, but I could not. The next minute I felt the sharp claws of the wild beast on my back and with a groan sank to the ground. "I awoke under the kind care of a man who was binding the wound on my shoulder. That man who had saved me from the panther's clutches was Captain Joliette. Days of ineffable bliss followed.
Count de Morcerf could not defend himself, for what he was charged with was the truth. The Countess of Morcerf buried herself at Marseilles under the name of Madame Joliette, while her son entered the army of Algeria or Chasseurs d'Afrique. In three years Albert Joliette had become a captain. As he lay now in his cell the past rose before him.
Clary glanced at the governess with indignation, but vouchsafed no reply to her selfish speech. "Mademoiselle," said Captain Joliette, addressing the heroic girl, "your feelings do you honor; but I for one cannot consent for you to imperil your life in a night hunt for the dastardly Khouans, who have certainly made their way to the desert with the abducted lad.
"With that we need not make any haste," said Monte-Cristo, smiling. "You believe then that Captain Joliette is still alive?" "Yes, colonel." "I am no colonel," said the count. "Then I must say general?" "That is unnecessary I am in no way a soldier." "But that is hardly possible," cried Coucou, disappointed; "such a nice brave gentleman, and not a soldier?"
"No, master, one still lives, a French officer." "His name?" "Captain Joliette." In spite of his self-control, Spero gave a cry of astonishment, for he knew that it was to rescue the captain that Monte-Cristo had set out for Africa. "Go," said Maldar, "bring the prisoner here." The sheik left, and Maldar walked up and down with his big strides. "Master!" cried the sheik, running in breathlessly.
When Captain Joliette entered the dressing-room of Mlle. d' Armilly, after quitting the Count of Monte-Cristo at the Apollo Theatre on the sudden termination of the performance of "Lucrezia Borgia," he found the prima donna lying upon a sofa and slowly recovering from the effects of her swoon.
"Well?" "Captain Joliette is gone." "Gone!" screamed Maldar in a rage. "Within one hour he must be brought back to the Kiobeh. If not you must answer with your head; and now bring the lad to the iron chamber, and see that he does not escape!" By what miracle had Albert escaped?
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